Monthly Archives: October 2013

Introducing 30-Day Gratitude challenge.


Tonight, while catching up with a friend over coffee, conversation turned to my blog. She asked what theme I was going for, what I would be writing about, and I didn’t know. I’m still working my way through this blogging adventure.

But what I do know is that my goal in anything I write is looking for Truth. In my life, I’m working on developing a lifestyle of gratitude. So in November, the answer to my friend’s question is that I’m working on a series of gratitude. I’ll be posting  days of gratitude, one each day for 30 days.

I hope to look beyond “I’m thankful for shelter, for food to eat.” I am, of course, but those are easy to appreciate. A lifestyle of gratitude will see small things, not just the obvious. It’s sprinkles, guys.

Secondly, in terms of my novel, which I mentioned in my “About” section and then promptly ignored. Poor novel. I wrote the draft last November during NaNoWriMo and haven’t spent nearly enough time on it since. This year, instead of participating in NaNo in the write-a-novel-in-a-month, I’m going to spend a disciplined amount of time revising in November. Schedule to be determined, but I’m excited. Any other Nano-ers out there? The rush is addictive. Seriously.

Anyway, I’m excited about this upcoming series and the continued development of my blog’s “theme” and direction.

Still watching for sprinkles!

xo, Breanne


Honor and Sprinkles


Sitting at a short brown table, I looked around at the young faces, some looking at me, some rustling through the books in front of them.

“What do you think?” I repeated. “How can we show someone honor, show them that we find them valuable?”

It was a difficult concept for kindergartners to grasp, but I wasn’t daunted. I waited.

Finally, one hand went up. I called on him.

“You just tell them,” one child said, looking up at me from the seat beside me. And he was right.

I’m guest posting on “Love is an Action,” a blog written by another Compassion sponsor, Lizzie! Click here to read the rest of the post and to check out her posts!

To those visiting from Lizzie’s blog, welcome! Browse around, join the conversation! I’m so happy to have you.

The Art of Cycling


The most thoughtful time of the day, for me, is late, late at night when I can’t fall asleep.

In the darkness,  my thoughts start spinning. They don’t flit and twirl. They’re faster and more lethal l than the whirring metal blades blades in the fan on my bedside table. When harnessed, I often write better than I do during the day, in the restful quiet of a sleeping household. Allowed to run wild, though, they sneak into sad places, into places that start whispering lies. Lies bring anxiety, doubt, frustration, and of course make it harder to sleep, thus continuing the cycle.

In those times, I’ve been remembering the advice a friend gave me, recently. She said when she becomes disillusioned and frustrated with where she is in her life, she starts making a list of blessings until those feelings of discontentment fade away. She is a wise girl, and I told her so.

That’s the point of this blog, too. Finding those blessings that bring sunshine to darkened skies. Here’s a short part of my list of blessings that helps me refocus:

  • A letter from my youngest Compassion child, who is just the sweetest little boy
  • A new, long-awaited writing opportunity
  • A friend who brought me more Christmas cards to send to unsponsored Compassion kids*
  • A sunny Saturday with my mom
  • My chiropractor offering to come in early just to fit me in so I wasn’t late for work
  • A truly scrumptious cup of tea

Late, late nights may doubt and confusion, but the simple act of intentionally remembering blessings pushes those creeping doubts away. Training myself to focus on blessings, not disappointments, begins a new cycle, too. God’s got those disappointments in hand and in His plan–no need for me to lose sleep over them.

I’ll be revisiting this theme soon. Watch for it!

What was your “sprinkles” moment this week? How do you combat overwhelming moments of frustration or doubt? Share in a comment!

*I will soon post about how you, too, can send Christmas cards to unsponsored kids in Compassion International’s program. Meanwhile, take a peek at some of those kids. Picture their grins when, on Christmas, someone hands them a handwritten note that tells them just how much they are loved. Priceless, huh?